This was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long, long while. And everything started off on Friday – which as of now, will go down in my world as the most outstanding, fabulous fucking last day of the work week in history.
It all started when I saw on the news that over 250,000 peeps across the pond were protesting the person with the highest position in this country.
I kinda wanted to be a Brit there for a second on Friday.
My fave thing was the spin POTUS put on it…”Many, many protests in my favor.”
Uh huh.
Then I realized via social media that it was just 50 days until the Iowa Hawkeyes first kick-off of the season.
Bring on the swarm!
This was all before 8am. So I was already practically skipping around the office.
THEN SOMETHING ELSE FABULOUS HAPPENED.
You know, I lost my baby girl Precious three weeks ago.
Partner in crime, upstairs now doing her time.
Well, Mama CBXB is in Iowa watching the twins.
Camp Gigi
While Mama was perusing Instagram, Princess B looked over her shoulder and said, “Aunt Juju got a new puppy?”
Wait for it…
I wonder how she got the impression?
Oh hi. It’s just me. Aunt Juju Spoon.
Regardless, if I could still do a cartwheel, I would have been doing them in my stilettos.
More fun after work took place at Avo, where they make avocado margaritas that are beyond.
When I posted my pic on Instagram, Avo reposted on theirs. Pretty sure this means I’m now considered an influencer, right?
Right?
And ending the FriYAY off right, I’ve started a side hustle, Animal Queendom, pet sitting pooches and pussies. So I made a stop at a clients house for a cuddle.
Side hustle doesn’t suck.
Saturday was a sun’s out, bun’s out pool party kinda day.
Three pool stooges.
Prince B and Princess B were very busy catching lightning bugs while I was playing Shamu in the blue water.
Bug catcher shenanigans in very professional attire.
I put on very unprofessional attire to attend a birthday soirée for my Cycling Queen.
Celebrating the birthday gal.
Sunday as I was scrolling through social media, my Facebook memories popped up. While I have a love/hate relationship with them, this one was a photo of Aunt Crazy Pants from a wild night at Robert’s Western World six years ago.
“Take my picture! Put it on Facebook.” Direct quote from ACP.
Funny enough, it was also National Ice Cream Day yesterday too – her favorite fucking indulgence.
Coincidence? I think not.
Rainy Sundays are the best for being lazy as fuck. So, I wallowed in bed, reading a new book finding enough energy to move my ass to the bath.
Who’s the fave gonna be?
I have a new cable system that lets you talk into your remote (which has been around quite a few years but I am slow to change because I hate it BUT this has been a TV watching game changer). With this system, it also suggests new shows I may like because of my previously watched history.
I got sucked into binging a show called The Affair on Showtime.
WHERE HAS BINGING BEEN ALL MY LIFE?
And then it became a family watching affair. I could not stop.
Neither could Fabio.
Neither could Rocky.
Princess Elsa Pants was only present for the chin rubs.
Ruby Sue was the most committed.
I finally had to make Sleepytime tea because even my sleeping pill wasn’t making me want to tear my eyes away from the screen.
It worked.
I found myself waking up at the time I’m due to work this morning but still beat my boss in…although my so-greasy-it-might-have-bugs-in-it hair that I was supposed to wash is in a bun (thank gawd for long hair). As I was scrambling around the mini manse to get my ass to work in 20 minutes, these three were beyond concerned.
Go earn us food money.
Here’s hoping your Monday is as chill as my pussies.
Cheers!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 